harling/kirby/mason/robinson
The wind's whistling my mind's twisting I was making myself the usual cup of tea when the doorbell strangely rang Because I've been up here for a while I'm starting to feel tha monotony of a tower block I'm not so manic now I can uphold the weight of those neighbours & she's lifting & throwing to the wall the post-natal harmonies of youth when this younger man - 25 advantageously took away her pride I staggered shaking slowly to the door Through the frosted panel I can see you Your intentions as a salesman truly cush You endeavoured as a psycho just to push & whilst lifting & throwing to the wall my puny structure of an ageing OAP No reason why you chose my flat breathing deeply in a trance